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ATL
Poems
Aug 2019
hahverd
you can see it in the air,
in the emerald green carpets
and announcers writing invitations
in foundation hand,
all inked in crimson.
even on
the slumped shoulders of
scientists and poets
toting epaulettes
on t-shirts.
in the bricks,
held in place with pumice and porous stone-
thereβs that fine and coarse aggregate
refusing to crumble and weather.
Over there
that one is speaking Portuguese
to a lamp post,
telling it all that is known about
the heroic epics of the Donghu people.
Across the sidewalk
one is drunk,
stumbling and smelling of ***,
muttering obscenities at the gutter.
itβs always raining pamphlets,
and in the margins
they say to make sure
that you keep your windows closed.
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ATL
23/M/MA
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